This post is for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge, run by Priceless Joy. The challenge is that you write a story of 75-175 words inspired by the photo prompt below. I’ve ignored the rather modern looking telegraph wires in the picture and have written another other-world fantasy story this week – though one without any magic, so I suppose you could say it was historical if you preferred. I hope you like it.
The bastards had killed his horse.
Clutching his cloak around his shoulders, Rynel muttered a litany of curses as he stumbled along the path. The unseasonable chill as the sun set was the final misery of a wretched day. He cursed the riding boots rubbing his feet raw, the map-makers who’d ambitiously named the dirt-track he followed a road and, most of all, the bastards who’d killed his horse. The hastily bandaged injury to his side had also reopened, seeping blood and flaring in pain with every step. He was lucky to have escaped the rebels’ ambush with his life.
Unfortunately he was now stranded miles from his destination, carrying an urgent message the king’s enemies would happily kill to prevent him delivering. And he was without a horse.
He just prayed the map’s naming of a waystation in the next town was more accurate than its naming of the road – only waystations stabled horses for royal messengers.
In the heart of rebel territory, he also prayed the place was still loyal to the king.
Word Count: 175
There may well be a continuation to this story at some point. This is only the first part of the idea I had – I couldn’t fit the whole thing into the word limit! Unfortunately finding the time to write it might be a little tricky but I’ll do my best….
As a little apology for being so late posting this I thought I’d also share a pencil sketch I drew last year when writing and illustrating my Littlest Unicorn stories. I’d never really drawn horses before (and I’ve only ever been riding twice) so I spent quite some time making sure I had their form correct.
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